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Two Tweedy Drabbles

Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 5:08 am
by Mr. Tweedy
Job Skills

The Prefect glared at the tiny woman through the bars of her cell.

“I don’t understand,” he said, “why anyone would hire you as an assassin. You couldn’t even sneak a knife past the front gate.”

“Have you ever heard of congenital analgesia?” she asked.

“No. What’s that?”

The woman wedged her arm between two bars. With a sudden shift in weight she snapped the bones and forced their jagged stumps out through her skin. The Prefect gaped. She drew a razor-thin blade from where the marrow in her ulna should have been and threw it through his eye.


Sammy Has a Good Day

The experiment was a success. Gravity was defeated.

Doctor Mossberg could not help but be elated that his theories had been proven correct. There was no time for him to feel the appropriate horror, no time for anything but a sharp sense of irony. His bitter laugh was smothered by the roar of the bursting Earth.

Sammy jumped off the roof with mixed feelings. He had faith enough to leap, but he feared that the magic towel might fail and let him fall. Doubt vanished as the magic took hold and lifted him. Sammy laughed with joy as he soared.

Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 2:06 pm
by Kevin Anderson
I really liked the first one. I'd love to hear what kind of sound effets Norm would come up with for the last paragraph.

crack, snap, slither, thump, ahhh, crash.

Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 2:19 am
by tbaker2500
Twisted, dude, twisted. I didn't know you had it in you. :shock: